Hundred Million Religion lyrics

[Produced by Bijan Amir]

[Intro: Jazz Cartier]
Sean Leon is...
He's probably one of the stronger
Artists out of Toronto right now
Bijan bout it, bout it, boy!

[Verse 1]
Maui Slim your biggest inspiration, why you actin' like I ain't your favorite rapper?
You the type to see me out in public, give me daps and love and then be hatin' after
I'ma f*ck you like your label f*cks you, you a little n*gga tellin' tall tales
Parkdale with the cartel, we bout to break 'em bricks down if the art fails
2 two's, you got basic bars, you ain't up to par, you a party planner
Black Sheep, we don't entertain 'em, we put 'em in a grave and throw a party after
I'ma put the pressure on this n*gga, I be flexin' on him; Arnold Schwarzenegger
Flow slice like a sharp knife or a blade fight, I got swords for n*ggas
Vibes provided by the Backwoods, smoking back to back out by the back door
Got some hammers planted in a passport in case I have to dash
Fresh Prince, I was never Jazz
Nah, never that n*gga, no
I mean, n*ggas know they get that figure for it if they feeling froggy, said that sh*t before
Yeah, count it up

[Hook]
I asked the pastor if it's sinnin'
If this paper that I'm throwing is goin' straight to her tuition (To her tuition)
Yeah, if I put that ting in Christian's
Do that make that ting a Christian?
Give a f*ck about your feelings (About your feelings)
Yeah, I'm goin' broke, my dawg in prison
He got hit with that conviction
Put the fam' in that position (In that position)
Damn, I'm so stressed I need religion
Like I need a hundred million
Smokin' dope for my condition, yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm goin' broke, my dawg in prison
I'm so stressed, I'm smoking weed for my condition
Yeah, flexin' on with no permission
Come to tings, I multiply then long division
I ain't finished with you n*ggas
You ride my wave, I want percentage
I'm on a money-making mission
I'm sharing tings with all my n*ggas
And that's my ting but you can hit it when a n*gga finished though
Yeah, I been past the come-up
It's just that I'm some sh*t to discover
Hate the feeling you feel when you see me
f*ck your feelings, I'm fillin' my cup up
1.5 for a deal, what a feeling
Any less than a mill' is a f*ck up
With your girl and she always complainin'
Drop a stack on your b*tch, n*gga, shut up
b*tch n*gga, shut up

[Hook]
I asked the pastor if it's sinnin'
If this paper that I'm throwing is goin' straight to her tuition (To her tuition)
Yeah, if I put that ting in Christian's
Do that make that ting a Christian?
Give a f*ck about your feelings (Bijan bout it, bout it, boy!)
Yeah, I'm goin' broke, my dawg in prison
He got hit with that conviction
Put the fam' in that position (In that position)
Damn, I'm so stressed I need religion
Like I need a hundred million
Smoking dope for my condition, yeah
[Outro]
Bijan bout it, bout it, boy!